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hai guys im here with a new one.wrote it long back...hope u guys enjoy itFROM MUSE TO WIFE- AROSID OS BY ROSHNI. Siddhant's p.o.v. I met her one and a half years ago when I was working on my photo shoot of dance forms. I was there in the park to click some interesting pictures of birds in the cold morning. There were people busy doing yoga, breathing exercise and jogging in the park. That was when I noticed her practicing dance in one of the small stages organized in the park for the purpose. She was practicing alone in her white salwar. Her postures seemed good and I was attracted to her dance for I was searching a model for my album. This photo shoot was supposed to give me a huge career leap as a photographer and I just didn't wanted to let it go. So once she finished her practice, I rushed to her. She initially thought me as a jerk roaming with a camera for clicking girls. But later I was able to convince her that I was a known theme photographer in the city- Siddhant Bharadwaj. After knowing my identity, she was polite enough to introduce herself; but I know it was not completely out of politeness but to create a feeling that she was showing some kindness towards me. I talked to her about my photo shoot and requested her to be my model. She denied me without a second thought. I guaranteed her that she will be comfortable and paid well and if her parents were the problem, I would convince them. She revealed to me that she had no one of her own and it was purely her decision not to be my muse. She walked away denying my offer. Couple of weeks later, I was roaming in the city searching for a perfect muse, I her again. She looked pretty worried and on the account of acquaintanceship, she told me that she was supposed to do a botany project and needed a stay where she could do it comfortably. I was happy. My home cum studio was near a botanical garden. I suggested her that she could stay in the first floor of my home and do the research and in return she can serve as my muse during free time. She might have thought that I was taking advantage of her situation, but still she agreed on two conditions; one she'd be safe in my home without any hamper in her project work and next, a friend of her will stay with her. I agreed both for the need was mine. Couple of days later she and her friend joined me in my home. The other girl, I guess in her early twenties was mute but could hear. I felt pity for her. Me and my muse, we started working on my work but she wasn't up to the mark as I expected. Above all she wasn't giving much time for my work and rather concentrated on her work rather than mine. I was upset and talked to her on the same but it didn't have an effect on her. Finally one day we got in to a heated argument and as a result of it she left my home. I was almost broken as my project got dropped and now. It was almost impossible to find a new muse and complete my project. I was sitting totally clueless when her friend came near me. Yes, the same mute girl. Roli was her name and unlike her friend, my early muse-Naina she was a very soft, gentle girl. May be it was because of her disability. I asked her a bit annoyingly "Roli, now what are you doing here? See Naina has left. You may follow her." She tried to speak to me in her sign language but since I couldn't understand it, she took a paper and scribbled something on it and handed it over to me. I pretty surprisingly opened the paper and read. It said: "If you don't mind, can I be your muse? I'm also a dancer." My face brightened up and I looked at her. I was so thankful to god for sending her to me in the right time. I showed her the dressing room and asked her to change for a trial. Yes, it was rather a trial because though happy I wasn't much sure that she'd make it out. Within a few minutes she came in that white salwar used while performing kathak. She looked adorable in the outfit and I was spaced out for a moment. I asked her to do some poses. I didn't knew what to say to her after watching her poses. They were picture perfect and anyone could say that they were the best. I felt that I was using imitation jewellery all this while having diamond in my arms. I was so happy and told her that she would be my muse. I asked her about her payment. She wrote in a paper that all she needed was the amount required to feed 20 homeless children once in two weeks; that is 10,000 rupees in total. I was amazed; I was paying Naina 50,000 and she was not completely okay with it. But this girl, she asks me just 10,000 and that too not for herself, but for some homeless children. I understood that her heart was as white as the salwar which she wore. Next day, we started our work. She was so cooperative. I felt that I could finish the work in half time if she goes like this. All her condition was that I should not touch her amidst any of the shoots or whatever and that she won't wear any revealing clothes for the shoot. Actually there was no need for me to touch her because all her poses were already perfect and about the clothes, the project was based on classical art forms and so the question of revealing clothes were totally out. But being a young bachelor, I was fallen in to the net, the net of love. I couldn't see that she was mute. How can somebody consider muteness to judge this inside out beautiful girl? Thousand times during the shoot, I have raised my eyes from the camera to see her flawless beauty. She lived upstairs and it almost became difficult to sleep in her thoughts. She was good at painting and playing musical instruments also. During our free time I taught her a bit of photography and editing too. She was a curious learner and of course, a good student. Then I started to understand her sign language a bit. Well, the one month was over and my project was done. I submitted it in my department and as expected; the result was awesome. I was praised a lot for my photographic skills and I felt blessed. But amidst the happiness, the sadness of parting with her came to my heart. I couldn't afford to lose her and so I proposed to her. She was shocked and hesitant at first, because she felt that I was doing it in sympathy. But I could convince her that I loved her. Finally she agreed to be my better half and we got married. Today I'm here in the world artistic council stage receiving the award for the best young photographer. I received the award for my project in which she was the muse. In fact now whenever I need a muse, it's her. But now I could touch her with all rights even if her poses were right. I stood at the desk and spoke a few words thanking my teachers, colleagues and last but most my wife Roli who has been the key to my success. She smiled amongst the audience and I brought her to stage holding her hands. I was especially careful with the steps of the stage because she was on her seventh month of her pregnancy. We were quite happy with the love and silence between us. Roli has shown me the light to my life and now she was to give me another beautiful pleasure-the pleasure of fatherhood. As the audience applauded I pulled my Roli close to me thanking god again to make her a part of my life, to make her from my muse to my wife and my life.
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